Forever Daze in the Shadow Mall
Thoughts of things bought and sold
Into the shadow mall we go... All the blacked out windows have so many treasures. Broken things for a Broken time in a Broken world for you and an eye!
These steps echo down dark hallways always the same time after time, Shopping blindly for hope, eye for an I. Great new my friend tis the beginning of the end... Time moves a little bit off here, a tragic slip between ticks just enuff to keep you here just enuff to keep everything fixed. I don't mean Fix in the kind of way that stuff & things work right again or the Fix of madness shop till you drop. Fixed like broken glass covered in hello kitty BandAids holding this hold Phucked up mess together... Clever?
So full of smart faces in these shadow places ready to sell you the world behind black painted windows, ready to tell you about the just incases just in time. There's a flower sale in the lower mall. It makes no sense at... Why should it? I've been here for days on the other side of the glass and We are only window shopping after all. Are we, I think she'll know?
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Donovan Leclair
I am a multi media visual artist currently working on a few writing projects. I also produce fantasy role playing content and write for an independent comic book company.
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